When the bad turns good

I took a few days off work this week. I haven’t had any days off since July, and then it was only a couple so I really felt like I needed these, but then I start thinking that I have to really make the most of them, to the point that I actually feel quite anxious about ‘wasting’ them – is this just me?

Monday morning I’d planned to go for a run – a long run when I don’t usually have chance seemed a good idea to me. Then I couldn’t decide where to run – a different route sounded good (as I had the chance!), but I couldn’t decide where. I hate being indecisive like this, and it really isn’t me but seems to be happening sometimes. I finally decided on a loop not far from home so I wasn’t driving much and could park at the point nearest home. Jumped in the car and off I went. Things were finally looking a bit more positive (despite the drizzle) when I got to where I wanted to park and realised that the road I was planning on running down was shut for roadworks.

For those that live / run only in towns and cities, when rural roads are shut, that tends to mean for pedestrians too. There are no footpaths to go on. I did stop and speak to the nearest workman but he confirmed – totally shut.

Now I don’t know about you, but I hate having plans upset like this. It had taken me long enough to make a decision and now I needed to make another one! I headed down the road with a vague idea of where I was going with lots of different options going round in my head. Stopped to check maps on my phone to try and find a route (what did people do before smart phones!), drove a bit further, parked in a village.

Tried to ring my husband to tell him of my change of route – Vodafone tells me ‘not registered on network’…. Turn phone off, restart. Still tells me ‘not registered on network’. Try a text. Husband rings back so text must have worked! Try not to cry whilst giving revised route, which I didn’t know the distance of.

Get off phone, cry, rub eye and pop out contact lens (arrggghhh!!! no glasses / spare lenses with me). Luckily catch contact lens, shove back in eye, tell myself to pull myself together for crying out loud.

Get out of car, don waterproof waistcoat thing and gloves, set garmin, start walking to warm up (and calm down). Finally start running. Only about an hour after I had planned too.

Now by this point you’ll have gathered that it wasn’t a particularly good morning and I really felt like I needed this run but was now worrying that I wasn’t going to be able to settle into it. I also needed a wee.

Turn off main road, find gateway, head into field and about to pull down shorts…. Phone rings! Pause, answer phone. Husband has very kindly mapped the route to tell me how long it is (7.7 miles). Off phone, finally have wee. Feel much better to start running again!

I was too hot very quickly. Shouldn’t have bothered with the waterproof. Couldn’t be bothered to take it off. Ran the first mile and glanced at the garmin as it bleeped – oops, a bit quick, need to slow down really. Second mile beeps – I’ve got quicker not slower! Again, thought I’d better slow down, but just running to feel really.

I soon realised that the route I’d chosen was taking me on much of the route of the Hornsea Third Marathon, so was more familiar to me than I was expecting. This isn’t far from home, but it is on roads you never go on unless you are specifically making an effort to do so. Husband had pointed out when he rang that I could jump onto the old railway line for a short section which gave me a break from the road (and makes me what to work out more routes taking parts of this track).  At this point I did stop to remove the waterproof – and wished I’d done so much sooner! On the whole of the route I didn’t see any other pedestrians / dog walkers / runners and very few cars. Mainly running past fields and woods out in the countryside. Just what I needed.

By mile six I knew that I was running at a pace much better than I had planned and made the decision to try and stick with it for the rest of the run. It was around this point that it started to take a bit more effort to keep it up, but I still felt comfortable. I’d also decided that I was going to carry on to 8 miles if at all possible.

Here are the splits:

 

 

 

Garmin Splits

Absolutely chuffed to bits!! I haven’t run that fast over that kind of distance for a long long time and the fact that I’ve managed negative splits and finished strongly gives me hope that a bit of form is coming back.

So on this run it worked. I started feeling upset, stressed, anxious. I finished feeling far more capable to cope with whatever was to come.

Today I needed to run, on my own, to be me, surrounded by nature.
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Bawtry Forest Trail Race 2017

Last Sunday saw another early start to be on the road heading towards Bawtry Forest Trail Race.  We did this for the first time last year and really enjoyed it and decided it was worth the 80 minute drive to get there.  This time my teenager decided to join us too – it would be his longest race so far.  Advertised as a 7 mile race, I knew that it would be slightly short, ending up just over 6.5 miles by my watch.

Very low key, held on a farm (watch out for the piglets), small, but well organised and very friendly.  We turned up with just over an hour before the start, plenty of time for loo, collect numbers, drink, loo, change shoes, loo…..

All on rough tracks, grass and woodland trails – a bit muddy and slippy in places but nothing particularly difficult.

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I didn’t have a time in mind for this one (and actually couldn’t remember my time from the year before) so headed off to run to feel.  One thing to note that I will try and remember for next time is that I should have started further forward.  This isn’t chip timed, and it doesn’t really matter as there are less than 200 running, but I felt that I got very held up at the beginning as well as a bit jostled about.

Shoes.  My Karimoor Trail shoes to be exact.  Will not be worn again.  I’ve persevered with these, thinking that they would get better for wearing a few times.  I’ve now worn them about four times and they are getting worse.  So I’m getting rid.

What trail shoes would you recommend?  I’ve heard good things about the Salomon ones….

My right foot and toes were painful / numb for most of the race and seemed to mentally take a lot of space.  As much as I tried to stop thinking about it I couldn’t help it!  I’ve also got the start of blisters on the arch of my right foot.

The final 500m of the race is along a flat grass track, muddy and puddles in places but good, until the turn for the last 50m or so to the finish.  Then it is uphill.  Steep!  It really makes you dig deep to find the energy to run up that hill.

Bling?  Tech tshirt

Goody bag?  The best goody bag that I’ve ever experienced.  Sandwich, banana, water, lucozade, crumpets, wafer bar, mini soreen loaf, gels……  Literally a bag full!

Finish time:  01:00:03  (over 2 minutes quicker than last year)

Summer running

Time flies!   Can’t believe it has been a month since I wrote on here.

There has been lots of good running.  And I’m using Good in the definition of fun, enjoyable, social, not just fast !  I’m happy when fast happens, but it isn’t the only thing that makes a run good.

My seven year old nephew did his first parkrun with me.  With his football club they are aiming to do junior parkrun as a charity fundraiser and as they were visiting us I suggested he join us – thinking that he might just do part of the course and could stop when he wanted.  As Sewerby is kind of a figure of eight course it is easy to drop out as you pass the start again.  But no, he carried on and did the whole lot, no moaning at all!  We chatted the whole way round, taking walk breaks when we needed to and it was great fun.

Summer trail running.  We’ve done a few away runs with club which are always nice – different routes to try for a change of scenery and we always try to make sure that at least some of the course is off road.

Sewerby Cliffs

A couple of weeks ago I found myself unexpectedly alone to head to parkrun.  This doesn’t happen very often as either my son or OH are normally with me.  I decided to set off early and get a few miles in beforehand.  I’ve been wanting to run the cliff path at Sewerby towards flamborough for some time so a quick text to my OH to let him know the route I was planning (safety first.  Does anyone else do this?) and off I went.  I knew that this wouldn’t be a quick run as there are lots of steps.  It was a gorgeous morning, clear blue skies, bright sunshine and the smell of the salty air really does wake you up.

Steps down into Danes Dyke and back up the other side made my legs feel like jelly (and makes me think I need to do this more often…)  a bit further along the cliff and more steps down and back out of Hartendale Gutter.  This path is really easy to run for the majority of it, just some of the steep sections that need to be walked.  I made it to the top of the steps at South Landing and decided to turn round to make it back in time for the start of parkrun, knowing that I had all the steps to do again.  I really enjoyed this run and am planning and repeating but going a bit further next time.  I do think that the steps will help strengthen my legs.

Monday was a Bank Holiday here in England – an extra day off work!  So what to do, but plan a run on a new route!  We parked in Ulrome and headed north, initially picking up North Turnpike before trying to find the public footpath.  Less than a mile in, first problem – couldn’t find the footpath.  We stopped and asked some guys in tractors who pointed us in the right direction (never did see any footpath signs) which meant running down a rough potato field.  Over a very high and narrow footbridge and we were on better running for a little while.  My planned route had us taking a left turn onto the main road in Barmston and then quickly picking up another footpath to the right.  This was such a narrow path, with nettles and brambles one side, electric fence the other, knee high sopping wet grass, that it was impossible to run.  Just as we came to the end of the path and a kissing gate with a sigh of relief, I spotted the cattle.  I don’t like cattle.   I particularly don’t like a herd of young, inquisitive bullocks.  My OH headed into the field to see how they would react and straight away they all started to move towards us.  Our route took us along the side of the field, but the other side of the fence was a dyke, so no escape route.  I refused to go.

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Will you go through fields of cattle?  It is one thing I’m really frightened of.

This meant having to turn round and go back down the lovely narrow path, getting feet a bit wetter (if that was in any way possible).  Back in the village and we retraced our steps and headed the other way along the main street and soon picked up another footpath heading north.  This was actually the path that I’d planned on returning on – chalk track to begin with then onto grass field edges.  We don’t really like doing out and back routes so worked out how we could change our plan to still do a circular route.  This meant heading across to the beach near Fraisthorpe and running two thirds of the way back along the beach.  I’ve never run on sand before.  Running on sand is hard work!

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Fraisthorpe looking towards Bridlington

It was absolutely beautiful though.

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Heading south from Fraisthorpe

Slight issue that we got as far on the beach as we could go with the tide as high as it was and had to climb up the rocks to get to the top path (safely note – probably not a good idea to climb on the rocks and certainly not if you were on your own).  The grass path definitely felt easier than the sand!

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A bit of rock climbing!

The last mile was the most boring part of the run taking us along the edge of a caravan park and back along the road to the village where we’d left our car.  7.5 miles run.  Wet soggy feet.  Achy legs from the sand.  Slightly red faces.  Great big smiles.  Loved it.

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Back to more mundane running this week – club hill repeats last night, general club run Thursday, parkrun Saturday.  Hope to get out on Sunday but haven’t planned the diary that far ahead yet…

Hope you’ve been enjoying some nice sunny runs.

Lincoln parkrun tourism

Planning a weekend away after our wedding obviously has to include a parkrun;  indeed the choice of hotel was governed by being within running distance of the nearest parkrun (obsession??!).  Lincoln isn’t too far away from us, which meant that we wouldn’t be spending too much time travelling and it is somewhere that I have wanted to visit for a while.

We stayed in the Double Tree by Hilton on Brayford Wharf and arrived on Friday lunchtime after a pretty easy journey (actually, sorting out the child and the dogs to leave for the weekend is the hardest thing!) and we were happy to be able to check in early, dump our bags and head out to explore.

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Inside Lincoln Cathedral

Steep Hill is called that for a reason!  It is not often that we get to just wander at leisure – we always seem to be busy and rushing to move on to the next thing.  What a nice change then to be able to take our time, stop for a glass of wine, wander a bit further.  We kept it simple in the evening by popping to the Ask restaurant just a few hundred metres from the hotel to have a lovely meal and share a bottle of fizz.  This was also the fifth anniversary of my step brother passing away so a bit of sadness was there too.  I still don’t feel that I’ve dealt with his death emotionally at all – but actually have no idea how to.

Five years ago on these same few days was one of the worst times of my life.  I’d been forced out of my home, my step brother died at 37 after a relatively short fight with cancer and I was struggling to cope with just day to day things.  Five years – seems such a short time, but also such a long time (if that makes any sense at all).  Life has certainly changed!  I’m very happy to have such a happy occasion to think of at this time of year now.

Lincoln parkrun

About a mile and a half steady trot along the side of the canal took us to the start of parkrun – a slight wrong turning on one of the paths in the park meant we were a bit later than planned (and missed the first timers briefing) but in time for the general welcome (and a surprise when we bumped into Wendy from our home parkrun!).  It had rained LOTS over night and the grass was very wet where we were stood, which meant we were getting eaten alive by the bugs whilst we waited L  should have remembered the insect repellent.

The course starts on the grass and quickly narrows to tarmac paths for three loops round the park.  I wondered if I’d find the laps boring, but because it was quite twisty and through trees / over bridges / round corners etc it was fine.

I was over the moon with a finishing time of 25:18 !

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Lincoln parkrun

A steady walk / jog back to the hotel ended up a bit quicker when we realised we had time to get back, shower and still be in time for breakfast!  This is perfect and something we will certainly look for in future – a hotel that serves breakfast till 11 fits in great.

Did I like Lincoln parkrun – Yes

Would I visit again – definitely Yes.  It was friendly and we even got a mention in the weekly report (although how they knew who we were / where we are from is a mystery!).

Saturday afternoon and Sunday and we were back up Steep Hill each day to visit the Cathedral and the Castle – both well worth a visit.  I will admit by the end of the weekend my legs were aching.  Lincoln is a lovely place to visit and I hope to go back before long.

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Lincoln Cathedral taken from the Castle Walls

A special event

If you have come here expecting a blog post about running, just bare with me, I will get there eventually 😉

Thursday 20th July.  The first of a few days off work.  Pouring with rain!  So what is a girl to do, but go and get married!

A few months ago we’d got engaged and at the time agreed that we didn’t want to wait ages and ages before getting married, but then you start thinking about the logistics, the politics (who to invite, who not, who you have to etc etc!), the cost, the hassle, the stress…….   and we really didn’t want our day to be about all of that.  We have both been married before, which does make a difference but wanted the day to be about us, the commitment that we were making to each other and without any of the hassle.

So we decided to not invite anyone!  That is, apart from our witnesses, who were my son and my OH’s daughter.   Not only did we not invite anyone, we didn’t tell anyone either.

It was perfect

Instead of rushing around to the hairdressers (for a style you’ve never had before and don’t even look like yourself) and having nails done, I got up and took the dogs out for a walk.  I did my own hair, didn’t bother painting my nails.

There were a few nerves in the car on the way to the registry office – after all, it is an important thing we were doing but once we were there I was surprisingly calm.  A very nice, very relaxed ceremony – which included photo’s taken by our kids and even a few I took of them (I said it was relaxed!) while we were waiting for the register to be completed.  It was really personal, vows said to each other rather than just repeated to the official and then we were married!

I’d booked afternoon tea at Burythorpe House Hotel for the four of us.  Would recommend if you are in the area!  The food was delicious and the service good too.  It also meant that we weren’t eating too late in the afternoon – important for what we had planned next…

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Running club!

What else would we do on a Thursday night other than go to running club ? 😉

We had put a post on facebook in the afternoon so many did know what we’d been up to by the time we got to club, but the t shirts we’d got for the occasion helped others work out what was going on.

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It was a perfect day, perfect for us.

More about the weekend away and parkrun tourism next.

Planning recovery…

Two weeks after my half marathon and I suddenly stopped to think about recovery from the race.

  • My first half marathon I took a 3 days off running afterwards to recover.
  • The second – 2 days
  • The third – 1 day !

The first and second the rest of the week was fairly gentle runs.  This time, first run back was a club track session.  I decided to go, but take it easy.  But then when you get there, you are on the track, your legs start to warm up……  I ended up pushing far more than I’d planned to!  I don’t think it has really done any harm though.

Do you plan your recovery tactic just as you plan your training?

I’ve also taken some time in the last week or so to run on my own.  As much as I love running with others, having the support and gentle competitiveness, I also NEED to run on my own sometimes.  It is my time, my space, time to sort the head out.

I’m struggling at the moment to find quiet time (very well described by Duff Running here).  My sleep and concentration are affected.  I’m fine, just busy and thinking lots but I need to find a way of dealing with this – and for me, that is running on my own.

The weekend after the half I set off on the Sunday morning with my OH and the dogs.  I’d already said that I would probably go off on my own so after about a mile and a half he turned round and I carried on.  I was pushing a bit so decided to do half a mile tempo efforts with half mile recoveries at a pace that was still good but comfortable.  I ended up running 6.2 miles, at an average pace of 8:49 per mile.  I was very pleased with this!  And did it do my head any good?  Yes!

A few good runs during the week and I made the decision (only in my head, didn’t admit it out loud) that I was going to push at parkrun.   I ended up chatting after my quick warm up so didn’t make it to the front of the starting group, but several rows back.  At a parkrun with a narrow section very soon after the start this can make quite a big difference but I didn’t get held up too much and I was off.

The start of Sewerby parkrun is along the land train route – tarmac, relatively flat, straight.  Easy to go off too fast!  I glanced at my watch and spotted that I was running a sub 8 min mile pace so slowed up a bit to try and save enough to complete.  My leg were letting me know that I was pushing heading back up the cliff path and the mind games started with me wondering if my legs would fail me.  There wasn’t much of a smile for our club coach who was marshalling at this point…

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Sewerby parkrun – no energy for a smile!

My worst bit on this parkrun is just after the 2 mile point, where you head back to and cross in front of the house – I really tried to keep pushing but know I slowed down a bit.

Approaching the final section that takes you on a loop through the woodland I caught up with someone who I knew can run faster than me, and that if I overtook he would definitely respond and I didn’t think I’d keep with him.  I decided to stick behind him and see if I could keep up.  Although I do like this section of the course, I don’t keep pace very well therefore having a pacer would be a good idea – and I think it worked!  He gained some space after the set of steps which just turn my legs to jelly, but I pretty much made that back up in the final 400 metres finishing just 2 seconds behind.

Finishing time 25:39 – 7th female

This is my fastest time in nearly two years!  Very happy!

 

Humber Bridge Half Marathon

Sunday morning, alarm set for 6am…..

Haven’t run since Tuesday so the legs should be fresh…..

On a thankfully cooler morning we were up, dressed, stuff grabbed together and in the car by 7am.  Not feeling prepared at all!

I’m sure there is a bit of slightly hysterical humour on a morning such as this, when we are wondering at what point setting your alarm this early on a Sunday and going to run a long way became fun.  This became evident when we spotted a club mates car up ahead… hence we had to overtake on the dual carriage way and wave manically at them.  At least it gave us all a giggle.

After a quick stop at the garage for cash, sweets and water we arrived in good time to be directed to park in the school playing fields.  This was a good few minutes walk away for the start / finish area but not too bad.

As numbers and chips had been posted out, there wasn’t much that needed to be done once we were actually there which meant the time was passed by taking group selfies and queuing for the loo.  Managed to catch up with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time (in the loo queue, where else?!) who went on to run a fab race and got second in her age category (well done Sharon!).

You are then shepherded out of the finish area to make your way onto the road for the start.  I was pleased that we weren’t hanging around here very long and that the loudspeaker for the organiser was very loud – too often you struggle to hear what race directors are saying.  Some nice loud music added to the atmosphere too.

This was my first time doing this race, but my OH had run it last year.  I’d already told him to stop telling me which were his ‘worst bits / hated bits / boring bits’ as I wanted to approach the course without his opinions affecting me (you know if you are told it’s a horrid hill, it’s already horrid before you’ve even got there).  We had kind of decided to run together, with the agreement that if one of us was feeling stronger then they would go on ahead and not hang back for the other.

And we were off !

The first few miles of the race takes you underneath the Humber Bridge and in a square around Hessle to join the approach road for the bridge itself. For some reason I didn’t really settle in and feel like the race was underway until I was on the bridge.  I think this is because so much emphasis is put on running on the bridge.

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On the Humber Bridge (thanks Charley for the picture)

As you pass through the toll booths onto the bridge you pass the two mile marker.  11.1 miles to go.  A slight climb up towards the centre of the bridge and then a nice long downhill down towards the southbank.  I was grateful for the breeze up here as running around town had been surprisingly warm.

I’d kind of decided that I needed to take advantage of the elevation and use the downhills to get my average pace up… hence why mile 4  was completed in 8.59 mins – my quickest mile of the whole race.

The route then takes you up the slip road which is a fairly steep hill, before a decent into Barton and a big loop around the town.  This was probably the bit I found most boring.  Yes there were spectators, but I’m not keep on running through towns at any time.

I knew that we would go through the mile 8 marker at around the point that we passed underneath the bridge on the southbank – and I had this in my head as a way to think that I was nearly two thirds of the way through the race.  I knew that shortly after this we would have to face ‘Cardiac Hill’ and my mental games were focused on thinking that it didn’t matter if this hill was hard, I was in the last third of the race.

The hill was hard.

I did walk part of it – not a lot though, and tried to keep up a good fast paced walk when I did.  At this point my OH went on ahead but I was determined to keep him in sight.  Ten mile marker and we made our way back onto the A15 to approach the bridge for the second time.  Just was we were on the bridge itself I managed to catch back up with my OH and it was nice to have his support in the final couple of miles.

Now you might think that a bridge is relatively flat, or that if it was a climb to the centre and then downhill on the way over, then it must be the same on the way back…  No it isn’t !

The southbank is obviously at a much lower level than the northbank (see, running helps with geography too 😉 ) so what was a gentle climb followed by a nice downhill on the way out, was a long uphill followed by just about level on the way back.  On tired legs this was hard.  Add in to the mix that it was now quite windy and I was getting buffeted around and it sapped every bit of energy out of the system.

I had worn my camelbak, filled with tailwind and had been forcing myself to have at least a few sips every mile, but by the time I’d hit 11 miles I just couldn’t face any more (I’d actually drunk very little when I looked to see how much was left in the camelbak).

I was very grateful to come off the bridge and make my way into the finish.  Where the sprint finish (best pace 5.27 min / mile!) came from I have no idea.

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Sprint finish!  (thanks Charley for the picture)

My ideal would have been to run at a 9 min / mile average pace.  I knew that this was not possible due to the lack of training and my weight.  I’d therefore set myself another target that I’d be very happy if I managed to average a 9.30 min / mile pace.  I actually didn’t think that this was likely at all.

We did miss the 2 hour mark, coming in at 02:04:33

But I did get the 9.30 min / mile average 🙂

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Did I enjoy it?

Not sure – I found it very hard and my lack of preparation showed

Will I do it again?

I’m not rushing to enter it for next year, but if I was looking at doing another road half marathon I would consider it.

Bling?

Nice tshirt and medal.  Engraving of your medal offered onsite for £3.50.

Sledmere Sunset Trail 10k

‘A scenic 10k multi terrain run starting and finishing in the grounds of Sledmere House, Sledmere.’

My first time at this event.  Pretty local to me, beautiful countryside, off road – it meant that I really did need to enter.  Despite it being very hard, I’m pleased I did.

This is an evening run, with a start time of 7.30pm – not a time that I generally choose to run if I can help it but I think it leads to a nice relaxed atmosphere and everyone seemed to be pretty chilled.  Parking was easy, as was registration and picking up numbers.  One thing to note is that this is not chip timed (important for some).

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coming into the finish – it was warm!

A short queue at last minute for the loo (I’d not realised the start was a little way from the front of Sledmere House, so would be a little bit earlier in the queue another year!) and we headed to the front of the house and then to walk down to the start area.  It really is a beautiful setting, so worth lifting your head up and having a look round.  We had a stunning evening of clear blue skies that made everything look pretty special.

I keep saying ‘we’ but haven’t explained that one.  I was with my partner and there were fifteen of us from our running club – a good turnout for a small club particularly when there are several races this weekend in the area.

Pleased to say that there wasn’t much hanging around at the start and we were off.  A short level section on a chalk track followed quickly by a climb. I find this really difficult early on in a race, before I’ve had time to warm up properly and find a rhythm.   The course consisted of a small loop followed by a larger loop which took in part of the first but in the opposite direction.  Mile two ended up being a fab mile for me and my quickest of the race (not the best pacing but never mind!) as it was through the woods and slightly downhill.  I did pay for this later on in the race though when the legs were burning.

The worst section of the race was around mile four (and my slowest mile). We were taken out of the woods and into a dale bottom which was deceiving in looking quite flat but was actually a steady climb the whole length.  Add to this the fact that the grass had been cut, but still left pretty long and all of the grass cuttings were piled on top.  This just sapped the energy from my legs!  A very steep but thankfully short hill led the way out of the dale (I’ll admit that I walked this) and back onto tracks and eventually into the woods again.

I’d decided that I was going to push hard for this race, and that I did.  I aimed to try and keep with a fellow club member and I finished just 22 seconds behind her, so thanks Karyn for helping me keep the pace up.  I’m pretty pleased with the result – I’m still not back to where I was, but this was a hard course, on a very warm evening and I had a great run and knew that I’d given everything I had.

Official time:  56:16

38 / 137 females

Cross training

Where are the weeks disappearing to?!

I’ve been aiming to get out on my push bike for weeks as a form of cross training.  Yesterday was the first day that I managed it.

The only cross training (if you can even class it as training) that I do is walking and the odd bit of yoga.  Both help, in particular the walking, at stretching and loosening achy joints and muscles, but I don’t think they do a lot for strength.   I have a mountain bike – not ideal for road biking, but it will certainly do and after comments from a friend on how much taking up biking has helped her running I was determined to try and incorporate this into my routine.

  • Session 1 = four miles (slightly hilly!)

I know it doesn’t seem like far, but it is a start!  Even for this distance I can feel my legs having to work different muscles and it is pretty hard work.  I’m not aiming for fast (and didn’t time the ride either); at the moment I just want to complete it.  I hadn’t felt great yesterday and could easily have stayed at home curled up on the sofa, but I didn’t, I got my bike out and went.  So I’m classing that as a success.

Next ride planned for Wednesday, which takes the weeks plan to this:

  • Mon:  1.5 mile walk, 4 mile bike
  • Tues: 1.5 mile walk, club track session
  • Wed: 1.5 mile walk, 4 mile bike
  • Thurs: 1.5 mile walk, 4 – 6 mile club run
  • Fri: 1.5 mile walk, 10k trail race
  • Sat: parkrun 3 miles
  • Sun: ??????  long walk

That is looking like a busy week!!

Last week I only ran three times, and incorporated parkrun into a long run.  I set off running in a bit of a fluster after setting off nice and early, planning to get to parkrun, do a minimum of 6 miles first but a road closure due to an accident (meaning I had to double back for several miles before I could take an alternative route) meant that I was much later than planned but still managed 4 miles.  My hips were achy right from the off due to three hours digging in the garden the night before…

I took a route through Danes Dyke for the first time – and I’ll happily do it again.  It is lovely and lots of steps to work on the legs J

DanesDyke
Danes Dyke

parkrun was completed with a friend on her first run in ages – a very nice three miles with lots of chat and catch up and then I headed straight off for another 6 miles.  I won’t lie, it was hard work.  But I’m very glad that I did it as the final long run before Humber Bridge Half Marathon.

Do you cross train?  What do you find best?